‘No, not at all, maybe a little naughty, but not bad. I love you for telling me this.’ And I kissed her. ‘Want to hear more, or shall I do this?...�� And she took the head of my cock between her lips, giving it light, gentle sucks. ‘I’m greedy, can I have both?’ ‘Mmmmm,’ and with a soft pop she released my shaft and continued the story. ‘By this time, the bedding was off the mattress and she was on all fours, her hands holding loosely to the headboard, her glistening back heaving from her panting. ”Sylia, now in her birthday suit went for the hygiene facility.”Tomorrow is your birthday right?”“Well, the anniversary of the day Papa Nestor found me. We are too far from GalNet to call him and no one else will know.”--””--They had a big banquet organized and after Shea discreetly scanned the food offerings and signaled that it was consumable and not poisoned or toxic, we ate the bland fare that consisted of nicely presented fruits, vegetables, and boiled snakes.The table was enormous and. He showed us different models, explaining the pluses and minuses of each one. Rob made suggestions as to which tractor would work best for us.Together, Rob and I decided on a mid-size tractor. We selected a mowing-deck, a plow, and several attachments we would use for planting food plots next spring. After taking care of the paperwork, and arranging the delivery, we left to get the girls.“Did you two find everything we need?” Rob asked Kelly and Jenny.“We think so. I didn’t realize how much. That's how you make a slut."Oh, god this bus is slow." What's your hurry? You got a hot date or something?"Heather looked to the freshman boy sitting beside her, a neighbor kid who liked to carry her books just to be seen with her--Harold--Weird Harold. She said, "No, I can't date yet. I told you that. I'm just sick of riding this fucking bus. I don't think I can take two more fucking days. Next year, I'll have my driver's license, then no more buses for this gal." Wow, Heather, you said the.